* Nancy Sinatra "Bang, Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - must smoke and listen to this. I think it would be epic.
* M83 - "Gone" and "Lower Your Eyelids to Die with the Sun" are two songs on my London playlist. Walking down Oxford Street listening to them in the pouring rain was unbelievable. Epic moment sort of unbelievable.
* I wish I listened to Prudence when she told me to pack an umbrella because today it poured down, of course it was only today that it's really rained since I've been here - yesterday was so hot. But I was wearing my thinner than paper thin cardigan from TopShop which is this pale apricot colour and a faux fur handbag that is as delicate as handbags come, and after being in the rain I looked like a drowned rat. I ducked into a shop to stay out of the rain, and it was none other than Selfridges - where everyone looks like they stepped out of Devil Wears Prada or something and I looked like Dennis The Menace's pedophilic homeless friend. Great.
* Primark is a waste of time. I kept seeing people with paper Primark bags on the tube and my friend used to live in London and she said she used to go there alot so I ventured out further down Oxford than neccessary to get there in the rain mind you and it was like the Melbourne equivilent of Dimmey's or something terrible. There's a reason I've only ever seen ugly people with those bags and now I know why that is. As far as my friend shopping there is concerned, I'm going to have to speak to her about that. Ha.
* It was still raining when I was leaving Primark and there was no way I was going back outside looking like I actually shop at Primark (i.e: like shit) and so I went to purchase an umbrella. In the end the lines were so fucking long (40-45 people deep) and no one was around so I just took it. That's pretty bad. But I am more than willing to give someone the £3 to fix them up for this. I just refuse to enter Primark again. Plus - I walked all the way up there and ruined my favourite new cardigan all just to find out how disappointing it was, if you count those facts they probably owe me.
* On the way back from Primark I saw a store with these really fat bald mannequins with Beth Ditto from The Gossip's new clothing ranged modelled on them - I fucking lost it laughing and took a photo (see end of entry) to share with PKD - knowing she'd find these fat mannequins in sequin dresses a total riot, and I look up to see that it's not just a fat mannequin but an entire store for fat people and standing there staring at me like I was about to get a right smacking was a group of really fat girls with the stores shopping bags in their hands. Right then, wipe that smirk off your face and keep walking, me thinks?...
* After feeling quite awkward I then decide that fat people shouldn't get clothing stores. Fat people should be made to walk around naked until they decide that being fat is both very unhealthy and fucking disgusting. If I ever get hugely obese (I was fat but never to the point of this morbidity) I plan to only allow myself to eat naked and in a mirror - that'll fix that pretty quick smart. (Too much? I don't fucking care.)
* Went and bought amazing shoes and in the queue I found myself laughing at a girl who was with her friend trying to decide if she actually SHOULD buy the item in her hands (a black jumpsuit - shorts not pants and an elastic band around the top as it was strapless - the kind of things really, really tiny Victoria Beckhams's can pull off). Now this girl was really big - and no, that's not why I was laughing - I've quit the fatty jokes for now... I was smirking because it reminded me of something me and my best friend would do.
The girl who was actually really facial striking, turns to me and says in a completely jovial / friendly tone: "Look at 'er! She's laughing" and I said "Oh, sorry - I just do the same thing alot - I thought it was amusing".
Then to my shock she says this awkward thing that I hadn't a clue how to respond to: "It's alright for you - because your skinny, I'm not - It's harder to find bloody clothes".
I don't know how to act when a big girl points out that she's big, let alone someone I've not met before... so I look her up and down and say "You should probably go for something V neck to show off your tits, they're huge. And you know... if you've got them flaunt them. Err... haha?" and she goes "You're Australian aren't you?" I've never in my life felt so much like a perverted Steve Irwin.
*It is really fucking hot on the tube. When I'm down there I have to remove most every item of clothing short of being arrested and I still perspire like I'm guilty of something. I always seem to be the only person who looks like they are about to pass out of heat exhaustation too. What's their secret? Does London offer free Botox injections to tube users in order to stop the sweating? I don't get it. There's got to be something going on because they are all wearing coats and four layers of clothing and I'm in an oversized tank top worn as a dress and it's no less hot for me then summer in Melbourne.
*I'm currently reading "Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs" by Chuck Klosterman - I looked for it all over Melbourne to no avail but I have it in my grimy little paws now and it's BRILLIANT. I think I relate to male writers alot more than females as I've yet to find a writer that is female that really moves me or speaks the honesty I want to hear. Oddly enough; my favourite book is "My Booky Wook" by Russell Brand - and say what you want about my desire to be a writer and how I should be quoting Kerouac as my favourite writer or War and Peace as my favourite title - but I don't think you can fake the honesty you find in "My Booky Wook" and there's nothing more refreshing than that. Plus - It was a shoe in for my book of the year, I mean - if you write best when you write about what you know, then perhaps you enjoy best when you read what you know also - and he is a sex addict with a past of drug abuse and a vanity/ego problem. Basically, he's me - without the tits. Though I'd probably let him have them for a night or few. Though I'd probably want to raid his wardrobe afterwards as well.
* I read something Mike Skinner wrote on Twitter the other day about how he always thinks of something amazing when he's out and decides he'll remember it when he's home or in front of something to jot it down onto - I suppose for him this is a common occurance with lyrics. It happens to me with thoughts or subject matter for a piece of writing and today I kept doing it - I wanted to write down little thoughts as they happened but decided not too and to do it all at once, I forgot half of them of course but it made me realise that usually the things that I forget are never as important or mind blowing as I'd hoped they'd be when I finally remember them.
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